89.4 Zombie Radio

"Sweet Christ, its nice to be out of there!" Brock yelled at the top of his lungs. "I was just supposed to be in there overnight and all the cops started getting sick. Overnight turned into three days, I thought they forgot about me in there! Hey, what about you cop? How did you avoid all this mess? You're the only cop I've seen so far that isn't infected with whatever this shit is."

"I don't know, and now's not the time to speculate about it. We're not out of the woods quite yet, so shut the fuck up and stay close. We got three floors to go up before we get to my car, and I'd like to be alive when we get there. Understood?" Jack wasn't messing around. He knew it wasn't over yet. He was focused, and I was going to follow his example. We had three floors to go up, like he said. I could breath again when we were at the car.

We started up the ramp to the next floor, and everything seemed normal. At least as normal as it could get considering the circumstances. Everyone stayed quiet, and ready for anything, even Nimel seemed like he was being extra cautious. The garage looked untouched, and Jack gave us some insight on what had happened to him earlier in the day. "Earlier, this place was just as quiet. I just went straight to the squad car from here. My buddy usually clocks me in, had it not been for that, I doubt I'd be here right now."

"I thought we were all shutting the fuck up?" snapped Dean.

"We are," I said back, "Especially you." Dean mumbled some stuff under his breath and I could hear Brock's muffled laughter under his hand. Jack just smiled, and we made it to the next ramp. That's when Nimel started barking.

Jessie! Shut that dog up now!" Jack yelled. I knew Nimel didn't bark without a reason, he was never like that. I looked in the direction of where he was barking and that's when I saw it. It was a mangled zombie staring at us through the window of the door to the station. Jack saw it too and his expression turned sour.

"Shit!" he screamed, "That's the one that shot at us before! Everybody! Go! Now!"

We all started running up the ramp. The sound of the zombie crashing through the door sent a chill up my spine. I couldn't help but wonder how that zombie had survived. It took a hard smack on the floor and a few shots. It was the type of thing that would kill anything normal. I looked back and could see the damage that had been done to it. It was dripping blood from the chest, and its left arm was nearly snapped off at the elbow. It was still coming pretty fast despite its injuries. We made it up the ramp and it took a shot at us. The bullet ricocheted off of the pavement.

"There! The green Chrysler! That's mine! Hurry!" Jack commanded and we all made a beeline toward it. Jack wrestled for his keys in his pocket and accidentally pressed the panic button in the struggle. The car's alarm started going off.

"Shit! Wrong button!" I heard Jack say. He quickly turned it off and pressed the unlock button. I could hear the zombie making its way up the stairs, not too far behind us. We got to the car and it took another shot. This time it broke the glass on the window behind us.

We piled in the car as quick as we could. Jack had a Chrysler Sebring Convertible, which wasn't exactly made for four people and a dog. Dean wasn't quite in and I heard another shot go off.

"Fuck!" Dean screamed out. He piled in next to me and Nimel in the back seat. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh my God, Fuck!" he kept yelling. Jack pushed the seat back and got in. He started it up and backed out. The zombie took one last shot as we were backing up, I couldn't see where the bullet had hit. Jack pounded the gas and made a beeline towards the zombie. It had a sick smile on its face as Jack hit it with the car. It seemed as though Jack was an expert at running things over, he turned the car just in time so that the zombie didn't roll into the windshield. Dean was still screaming about something.

"What's the matter with you? Its over, you're okay now," I said trying to calm him. "No I'm not fucking okay! Look!" he shouted. I looked down at his arm. It was gushing blood. The zombie must have got him with that one shot.

"Oh my God!" I cried, "Jack, he's shot! What do we do now?"

"Don't panic, I'll look at it when I can stop. For now, tie something on it tight to help slow the bleeding. Keep pressure on it. You're still alive, so just stay calm or you're going to go into shock, and we definitely don't need that shit."

"What do I tie around it?" I asked, trying my best not to panic like he said.

"Dean! Take your shirt off and tie it around the wound," Jack instructed.

"This is a five hundred dollar shirt!" Dean yelled in pain.

"Well now its going to be a five hundred dollar bandage," Jack said trying not to laugh. I think he found Dean's reaction to all this amusing. Dean took his shirt off and winced with every move. The shot didn't look bad, but then again, I wasn't exactly a doctor.

"It just looks like a gash Dean, I think you'll be okay. Want Nimel to kiss it and make you feel better?" I joked, I couldn't help but mess with him. I was just trying to make light of it. Trying to do what I could to keep him from going into shock like Jack said. He tied the shirt around the wound, and tried to take a few calming deep breaths. After that he quieted down a little bit. Its like Jack said, it could have been much worse, a few more inches and he might not have an arm. We got out onto the street and drove down the block. It felt good to have finally made it out of that place.

"Okay, now that I have a chance Brock, I'm Jack, that's Jessie and crybaby back there is Dean."

"Don't forget Nimel!" I said.

"And Nimel. Sorry," Jack said laughing.

"Its nice to meet all of you like I said before. Whats the plan now?" Brock asked.

"We get the fuck out of here and find a doctor!" Dean shouted in pain. "Hang in there, from what Jessie described, I'd say its just a flesh wound. You're gonna be fine," Jack told him. I hoped he was right. I knew we were going to need all the help we could find. We couldn't afford to lose anybody now.

"Oh, and Jessie, I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry about the whole thing with my girlfriend. I was just... Angry I guess. Can you forgive me?" Jack asked sincerely.

"Its fine," I told him, "Don't worry about it. I might have reacted the same way in that situation."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," he replied. "Now, lets get out of this city."

Not two seconds after he said that, Jack turned a corner and I felt the tire give out underneath of us. We spun out and hit a parked car. We all slammed forward and the airbags went off. Nimel almost flew into the front seat.

"Motherfucker!" Jack yelled holding his neck. We all got out of the car, the front tire was completely flat. That's where that missing bullet must have landed. Not to mention, the front end was nearly totaled.

"Great, now what?" Dean asked.

"Calm down man! Its gonna be alright. We're just gonna have to huff it from here. Unless someone knows how to hot wire a car," Brock said. I knew it was a long walk out of the city, but what other option did we have?

"We're going to have to stay off the main roads, no guns unless we absolutely need them. Let's go." Jack started walking and as always, we all followed him. He flicked open that extendable thing again. I had to know what it was.

"Hey, what is that thing you got there Jack?" I asked.

"Its called an ASP baton. Handy little thing huh?" he replied.

"I want one!" I said laughing. "Its kind of cute, as far as things that beat the crap out of people go."

Jack laughed and instructed all of us to pick up anything we could find that we thought we could use. I wish I hadn't left my skateboard in his car now. It would have helped to have that now. We walked by a car with its trunk mysteriously left open. Maybe someone was being attacked and they were trying to get to something in there I thought to myself. I looked inside and found a crowbar and a sledgehammer. What this person was doing driving around with these, I'll never know. I picked up the sledgehammer and realized it was way too heavy for me. Brock seen me struggling with it and laughed. "Hey! I'll take that," he said. I handed it too him, and kept the crowbar for myself. It wasn't my ideal weapon, but it would have to do for now.

"How many blocks do we have?" Dean asked, whining.

"Too many," Brock replied. The streets were empty for now, but I knew it wasn't going to last. That sick feeling happened to my stomach again. What were we going to do when we got attacked again? How long could we keep this up? I did my best to forget about it and be positive. We would find a way to make it. I had to believe that. It was all I had left. I looked at the clock on my phone. It was three o'clock. No wonder I was starving.